Semua Bab Tempted by my Best Friend’s Brother : Bab 11 - Bab 20

ZinniaBy 8:00 a.m. the next morning, I was already standing in front of Dylan Reed’s penthouse looking like the definition of professional excellence.Woahh…Was this really me? Wearing a blazer, pencil skirt, and heels that screamed I mean business? I mean I even had a planner tucked under my arm, pen clipped neatly to the front, and a schedule already mapped out down to the minute.I was more than ready.I was about to be the best concierge this arrogant man had ever seen in his entire existence.I pressed the doorbell once and then waited. A full minute passed and I was beginning to get irritated when the door finally opened. Wyatt stood there, leaning lazily against the frame, his eyes dragging from my head down to my shoes like he was silently judging every life decision I had ever made.“You’re early,” he said.I blinked. “It’s 8 a.m.”“Exactly, he’s still asleep.” He said and stepped aside for me to get in.I forced a smile and muttered a thank you. But I couldn’t understand

Zinnia By the second day, I had already come to one very important conclusion. Working for Dylan Reed was not a job, it was a test of patience. A very cruel and unnecessary test of patience. It was just like he wanted to see how far I could endure things and unfortunately for him, I had a very strong endurance radar when money was involved. I woke up early again, got dressed even more professionally than yesterday, because clearly, my “boring clothes” had offended his royal highness yesterday and today I didn’t want any more talks about my dress sense. If he wanted to play this game, then fine, I would play it better. I got to the penthouse very early so I could still see some of the staff moving about. I spoke to one of the staff and he told me Dylan was currently in his court with a friend. I decided to get him a fresh cup of coffee like he had made sure to hammer on yesterday and then I approached the court. When I got there I noticed Dylan and Wyatt were in the middle o

Ailany For the first time in a very long time, I was actually living my life and I felt seen. Not as “Zinnia’s younger sister”, not as “the girl whose family was drowning in debt”, and not as the daughter of a dead man who left behind too many unpaid loans and too many broken things. I was just… Ailany and strangely it felt really good. And I owed it all to my new friend Sasha, the president's niece, who had stood up for us that day when Dylan and his manager tried to bully us for a non-existent video. She said she had taken a special liking to me and wanted us to be friends and I had agreed. I mean… not only was she so cool, but she was also the president's niece, who wouldn’t want to be friends? “You’re zoning out again,” Sasha said, nudging my shoulder lightly as we walked through the massive venue entrance. “I’m just overwhelmed,” I admitted honestly. And that was putting it lightly. Everything around me screamed money. The building alone looked expensive enough to pay o

I stared at the ceiling of my old bedroom, one hand tucked behind my head while the faint hum of the air conditioner filled the silence.For some reason, I decided to spend the night at my father's mansion but I still couldn’t sleep because for some ridiculous reason, my thoughts kept circling back to one person.Zinnia Carter.I used to think she was annoying. No, scratch that, I knew she was annoying.From the very first moment she shoved a phone in my face and forced me to apologize publicly, I had already decided she was going to regret embarrassing me like that.So when Juliet assigned her as my concierge, it honestly felt like the universe handing me the perfect opportunity for revenge.I was going to frustrate her, push her around, and make her hate every second of working for me until she finally quit on her own.At least… that had been the plan.Except somewhere along the line, things stopped going according to plan. Because instead of breaking under pressure, Zinnia kept ada

Zinnia I woke up this morning with my heart in my ass because, after all the craziness of last night, I half-expected Dylan to fire me. To be fair not even half expected. I fully expected him to fire me but surprisingly he just acted like nothing was wrong. Like he didn’t try to kiss me last night and I didn’t kick him in his balls.He was just… chill.It was kind of confusing to me at first. Was it that he didn’t remember what happened last night? Or he didn’t care enough???I didn’t know what to think but I was certainly happy to at least still have a job. When I went to see him this morning, before I could even try apologizing or saying anything, he just cut me off and told me to get ready because we had work to do.So here I was, in the middle of all this chaos. If there was one thing I had learned since becoming Dylan Reed’s concierge, it was that the man attracted chaos like a magnet.Everywhere he went, there was noise, people running around, shouting, panicking, and someho